File ID: 58113 - 17 days after the battle of NY

Name: Steven Grant Rogers/Captain America

Species: Human

Date of birth: July 4, 1918

Place of birth: United States of America

Citizenship: American

Occupation: Soldier

Family status: Single

Steve lies down on the sofa. He is the first one doing it which surprises me. He seemed shyer than that. He looks at me sideways with his hands behind his neck. "I hope it's not a problem?" he asks.

"Of course not. However you feel comfortable." He doesn't move and he keeps his gaze on me. I continue before I could get embarrassed. "How are you recently, Steve?"

He smirks. "Can I leave if I say 'great'?"

I smile back. "Look, I know you think you are fine, and maybe you are. But I do need this job. So perhaps you could help me out here?"

He sighs. That's when I know I got him. "I imagine you are still having difficulties getting used to our world. How is it going?"

He shrugs. "Well, bad guys are still out there. I still work to catch them. I still have my shield. Sure, it's hard to take in all the technological advancements, but I'm on it. It keeps me busy, at least."

"Do you feel you need to be busy?"

"I like being busy," he responds carefully.

"Do you have any reason for that?"

He turns his gaze to the ceiling. "It helps me concentrate on what matters."

"What would that be?"

"The safety of the people. We are here to insure that." I realise my easy feeling about him lying down was way too early. He doesn't want to speak like none of them did before.

"Do you still find time to relax?" I ask. "What do you like doing when you are not saving the world?"

He shrugs. "I work out. Also, I read sometimes."

"What about spending time with others?" I prod. It seems he plays the same game as the other Avengers. Talking but not saying anything. He raises his eyebrow.

"What about it?" he asks back.

"As far as I've heard you are quite the loner," I explain.

"Does it surprise you?"

"No. On my second day I reached my limit. Nothing can surprise me anymore."

"What was the critical moment?"

I smile. At least he is willing to engage in conversation, just not about himself. "I saw Fury pet a kitten," I answer.

He starts laughing. "Are you kidding me?"

I shake my head. "At the top of the tower," I add. "I think the cat is still around, someone probably started feeding it."

He seems genuinely amused. "Now I understand why you seem to accept everything we tell you with the same neutral look."

I shrug. "This is my job after all. I don't mean to make any of you uncomfortable. I just need something to work with," I explain.

He nods. "Fair enough. To answer your question, I am quite the loner. I find it hard to connect with the people around me."

"Why is that?" I continue, relieved that he decided to cooperate.

"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I was born at the time my colleagues' parents were." I pause before reacting. Did Captain America just sass me? Does Tony know he has it in him?

"I am sure you have things in common with them," I say.

"Well, let's see," he starts. "We have an actual god on the team. Not much common ground there. Then there is the spy duo. They have been working for SHIELD forever which makes it kind of complicated to make friends with them. They don't trust anyone. Dr Banner tried to repeat what happened to me which led to his current state that he admittedly hates. And Stark just hates my guts."

"This description certainly sounds like you've observed them closely."

He nods. "I definitely have. I'm a soldier, you see. Or I was, anyway. It's simple instinct to want to know who I work with."

"What about you? How do you feel about Mr Stark?"

"He is good at what he does. He's a successful businessman."

"I imagine he would argue with that."

"Obviously. He argues with everything I say. It doesn't make it any less true."

"Are you saying that the Iron Man concept is a business as well?"

He shrugs. "He surely has no problem selling it."

I decide to switch the topic as the conflict between these two is too complicated to resolve so easily. Not that they seem willing to work on their issues. I am not sure if this will be a problem on the long run. I need more time to discover the dynamics in the team.

"Basically everyone knows your name after what happened in New York. Is it hard to process the fame?"

"Not really if I don't leave this building," he shrugs. I smile. Captain America can be most definitely sassy if he wants to.

"You must be used to it to a certain degree. You were quite popular back then."

He remains silent for a while. "I don't really want to talk about those days, Miss Moon. Not today."

I nod. "Alright. What would you rather talk about? Your romantic life?" Risky question. His bitter huff shows this is not what he would rather talk about.

"Have you heard something?"

"I've read the reports. They mention Peggy Carter as your former love interest."

The sound he tries to muffle in his throat resembles to a deep growl. "Amazing," he snaps. "Former love interest. She obviouslyhas to be in the reports."

"Do you think it is not relevant to your file?"

"Yes. Yes I do. I think it is not your business what Peggy Carter meant to me back then." I don't respond, so he continues. "Nobody asked me if I wanted to be defrosted. If I wanted to continue my life in an age where everything is different from the world I grew up in and gave my life to save. And now you want me to talk about what I lost? The people I trusted and loved are either dead or about to die. It's hilarious that you get to read about them in those reports while I'm only left with memories from another life."

I take a deep breath. Now he sits stiffly on the sofa with his cold glance fixed on me. This time I don't have the chance to get distracted by his muscled arms as he doesn't release my gaze.

"Do you have a lot of feelings like that bottled up inside you?"

He shakes his head. "Miss Moon, I am fine, alright? I'm great. My romantic life is now on the back burner. It is my choice. I like it this way. I don't need more complications in my life."

"Would a romantic relationship mean complications?"

"Doesn't it always?"

I have to give him that. Biting my lip, I nod and smile at him. "Thank you for your time. The session is over now, I'll see you next week."

His relief can be easily noticed as he stands up. Seeing him leave with a rather grim expression I wonder if next time he would need to be brought in by the guards like Stark did.

Although I am still not sure how agent Hill would react to my little adventure in the archives, I can't help wondering what I could find in Steve Rogers' drawers if I were to go back and have a look.